
You know that feeling when you look up at the ever-comforting sky and not recognise it at all? Yeah, I've felt that. And this mental poem ended up writing itself, really.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Mystery - Words: 232 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-30-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2919108
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ashes from a different sky
By Poisoned Twinkles
When the gravity of my eyes could not beat that of the boundless skies,
I found myself lost in the pools of twinkling lights
And when I stared deep and dreamy-eyed at the unknown change in galactic scenery
I found myself begging the new sky to introduce itself to me
When I noticed more uncommon and coloured stars of red, blue, and crystal hues
I found myself searching for friendlier constellations and clues
And when the heat of the distant glints was swallowed by the dark blue shadow
I found myself left with an empty heart and eyes quite hollow
When I called out to the floating moon to give me answers to my bewilderment
I found myself struck by silver streams of an unanswered lament
And when my hands reached out to catch and taste the incense of intoxicating jewels
I found myself choking on the poison of uncommon hydrogen fuels
When I finally had the valour to try to drown my snowdrop tears falling off eyelashes
I found myself burning from star-kissed intensity into ashes
And when I, at long last, waited to be reborn from the ashes to plunge that I may fly
I found myself realising how there had never really been a different sky
Yes, I definitely realised how there had never really been a different sky.
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